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long last…

 
     
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    Ion looked past the greenery sprawling at the
far end of the green expanse. The three of them now stood outside
of the temple. Resting right before them, tranquil and beautiful,
was the lake that they had crossed earlier on.
     
    After showing Ion all over the temple, the
other two had brought him here. Ion was struck by an air of
calmness and serenity unlike anything as he stood here amidst the
natural wonder, feeling his messy crimson hair ripple in the gentle
evening breeze.
     
    The sun was still high on the clear blue sky,
but waiting to dip towards the canopy of trees on the other side
with the approaching dusk. Hazy white clouds were frozen around it,
some of them drifting across pleasantly.
     
    The cluster of trees across the other side of
the lake was pressed together in a dense green clog, with nothing
visible amidst the thick tree trunks. Little could be seen through
the faint spaces between the trees in the feeble light slitting
through the gaps in the jungle of leaves above.
     
    The only meek sounds heard were the rustling
of the wind, and the flapping of wings as occasional groups of
birds went streaking past the sky.
     
    The beauty of the place was spellbinding. For
some reason, Ion was drawn back to those days he had spent with
Jedius. A time where he had found a short glimpse of peace amidst
an entire life of chaos.
     
    “This is awfully good for meditation.” said
Qyro, looking at him.
     
    Ion gazed at their reflections on the lake in
front, as still as it would have been in a mirror. Not a ripple
broke out over the water surface, which glittered and sparkled in
the light from the sun above.
     
    “Yeah,” admitted Ion. “I thought it would
be.”
     
    Vestra was looking past the canopy of trees
opposite to them, her gaze thoughtful.
     
    “Mantra looks strangely troubled off late.”
she said, sounding worried.
     
    Qyro, who was also looking ahead, nodded
slowly.
     
    “I noticed too.”
     
    “Why, is that bad?” Ion asked the two of
them.
     
    The only sound heard for a long moment was
the gentle rustling of Ion’s cloak in the wind.
     
    “ Very bad.” Vestra said finally.
     
    Qyro shook his head. “Mantra’s the one mystic
you don’t wanna see troubled.”
     
    “What do you mean?”
     
    “You remember him taking you back to the age
of the empire,” Vestra asked Ion. “when there were Nyon who had the
ability to sense trouble and rush to stomp it out?”
     
    “I do.” Ion nodded.
     
    Qyro looked at Ion with a grave smile. “Well,
Mantra’s one of them. He’s got the power to sense trouble brewing
around.”
     
    “He’s got the power to sense more than just
that.” Vestra looked at Ion and Qyro. “There are times when he can
tell exactly what happens in another far off place.”
     
    Ion gazed past the lake, feeling an eyebrow
lift on his face. Impossible.
     
    “But even for his powers, he can’t pick up everything going on elsewhere.” Vestra shook her head.
“Sometimes he can make out bits of an event happening somewhere far
off.”
     
    “But how?” asked Ion.
     
    Vestra frowned. “I don’t know how these
powers of his works, nor do I think I ever will. But basically, he
can sense shifting energy fields. I’ve known him for many years
now. And I can tell you, his mystical powers are more attuned than
imaginable.”
     
    “Well, considering that our most dreaded
nemesis has returned,” Ion shrugged. “I’d be disturbed too if I
were him.”
     
    But Qyro shook his head. “No, it’s not that.
I think it’s something else.”
     
    “What do you mean?” Vestra asked.
     
    Qyro looked at her, his fur rippling faintly
in the wind. He gave a soft sigh.
     
    “He’s the only master remaining from the age
of Sirengard. He’s the oldest of our brotherhood and it’s his
responsibility to keep the Nyon alive, or so he believes … the
dwindling of students in the brotherhood’s upset him, I think.” He
looked